+ve experiences

We were at a 60^th birthday party last night at a nearby golf club (like you do...), and had a glorious time.  Birthday girl Dawn had organised a dinner dance for upwards of 80 people, and hadn’t stinted on the wine.  Having designated myself as driver, I nursed a very modest amount over four and a half hours, so was in good shape to ferry us and three friends home afterwards.  But I don’t dance, and hate being in a noisy room, so elbowed into the conversations of some smokers at the back door for the last hour or so.  Having tried to make conversation over the din of the disco, I’m distinctly poany (a little hoarse) this morning.

Today’s good experience was the repair of a windscreen chip we’d picked up on Wednesday on the way north.  Booked on the internet, the Autoglass man arrived well inside the allotted time slot, parked alongside the car on the drive and set to without even the need for a power supply.  The repair is as near as dammit invisible – the best of a number we’ve had to have done over the years – and the cost is already factored into my insurance premium, so nothing to pay. 

It’s bright and breezy here today, and I’ve been out in the garden, dead-heading and staking.  The rudbeckias are putting on a fine show: I was just saying to Martyn that I really ought to grow something else, but they do give a terrific range of yellows, oranges and reds.  I’ve been sizing up likely-looking seed heads with a view to next year’s.  Might try cosmos next year: we’ve seen some fine displays on the way up through France.